Your night, stop by stop
Midnight at the baths
We book the late slot at a private wood-fired sauna on the river. Steam, cold plunge, and the Vltava three meters away.
Across the sleeping bridges
We walk back through the old town after midnight when the bridges are empty and every alley sounds louder than it should.
Hemingway after hours
We slip into a low-lit cocktail bar that's still serving and order whatever the bartender thinks fits people who just got out of a sauna.